Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt, ever since I was sixteen years old and first went to Russia with my saved-up babysitting money, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to - I just don't care.
'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert
Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, whose father was a Palestinian refugee. From her 2019 book; ‘The Tiny Journalist’
"Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping."
'A Certain Slant of Light' by Laura Whitcomb
Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink
'The Year of Wonders' by Geraldine Brooks
First pages back for the forthcoming YA novel ...
“Yeah, my mom says that love is like music. One day you just – hear it.” “Whoa. First of all, I never said I loved Patrick. But I think I know what she means. I don’t think she means actual music, Bridge. She means that you know it when you feel it. Like music – you know it when you heart it.” “Okay, so love is also like a hamburger? You know it when you taste it?” Em laughed. “A hamburger is more deliberate. You have to make it, or ask for it. … Music just kind of breaks over you.”
Goodbye Stranger by Rebecca Stead
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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